For most of my formative years, I was thin. And man, could I pack away the food. In fact, I remember an uncle commenting on it at one of my sibling's graduation open houses. "That's like the fourth plate of food you've taken." :shrug: When the food is good, I am so there. And back then, it didn't matter because I could burn it all away so easily.
Now, let's put 'thin' in perspective here. I'm 5'8" and I have good size frame, so when I say I was thin, I still weighed like 135 and wore a size 10. Thin-thin, as in ribs showing and not a spare bit of fat on my frame was when I got down to 110 and wore a size 6. (Due to stress and working and then not eating because of those two things - no dieting involved there.) Even at a size 10, though, people commented on how skinny I was and told me I needed to eat more.
I gained about 20 pounds my senior year in HS. I was dating a man who enjoyed his food and drink. Boy, did he enjoy his drink. I'm pretty sure he was an alcoholic and intent on taking me with him. But that's a story for another time. Suffice it say, I wasn't skinny at that point in my life.
In the months before I got pregnant, I was back down again. A little further down, since I was wearing a size 8 at the time. Then pregnancy hit and I ballooned upwards. I was around 183 by the time I gave birth to a 7 pound, 1 ounce baby girl. So, yeah, most of that extra weight was me.
I finally was on track to get back to 135 when my accident happened about 5 months later. Then my metabolism was so messed up and my body was working so hard to repair everything, I could once again eat like a horse and not gain weight. And I was trying, believe me. I was stuck at 125, inhaling everything I could to help my body repair itself. Eventually, though, that evened back out and I was 136... for years. Which worked for me.
Then I hit 30 and it was like someone put the breaks on my metabolism. Screech! And back came those 20 pounds from HS. (Didn't help that I tried to quit smoking then. Gah.) And I was stuck at 157 for a while.
Before I got married, I had dropped those pounds again. Back to the old 136. With more exercise, of course, and a budget that didn't allow for much extra eating.
Marriage has been awesome for me in many ways. Weight is not one of them. I got happy and then I got pudgy. Lucky for me, Hubs doesn't care. But I chugged my way up to my max weight of about 194 pounds.
That was two and a half years ago. I lost 14 of those pounds last year - by watching what I ate and increasing my activity level. This year? I'm down a pound. (Depending on the day - it's an average.) My activity level is increased again, but I haven't been watching my food intake. I know all I have to do is eat less. But that's the hard part. Eat one piece of pizza instead of two. One scoop of ice cream instead of three. Stop it with the chips and the cookies. Make a salad or soup instead of a big sandwich.
I'm working on it.
Now, I actually feel weird if I don't take a walk every day. So there's that. I feel good and I'm actually pretty healthy. I'm just stuck at 179.
What about you? No, I don't want you to post your weight... Just tell me about your journey or talk about the changes between you now and you then. Have you always battled your weight or is it something you've never needed to worry about?